C483 The Way He Thinks Is Not in the Same Dimension as Me

Craning his neck upward, Igrel's platinum pupils shimmered slightly, betraying a hint of confusion in his gaze.

"Why the sudden halt? I thought you were in a rush. And for the record, I can fly on my own—any chance you'll unhand me?"

A voice abruptly cut through the silence, derailing Igrel's train of thought. He turned to face the [Lord of Hell], securely gripped in his talons